Not a pretty noise, but a joyful one

I wish I had a great singing voice.  I really wish I did.  Unfortunately, the good fairy who was doling out talents at birth must have forgotten to give me that one.  (She also forgot to give me any gift having to do with athletics, numbers, or spatial relations.)   C’est la vie.

But I still sing during Mass, flat voice and all.  Read my latest column to find out why.

Young Girls at the Piano by Renoir

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